One Last Howl

within winter’s sigh
a murmur rises on the wind
sparkles glint off the edges
of a million snowflakes,
compressed and wind blown
against the base of birch or
within a field’s hollow

the murmur becomes a hum
and a snowshoe hare lifts up,
whiskers twitching
ears on high alert
the hum, in turn, sheds stealth
and becomes a howl

winter joins in and the howl,
now a gale, rages
against the impending loss of its icy grip

days lengthen bit by bit,
the hare shivers beside her den’s entrance
where lie hidden four tiny kits
in a nest of white fur and dried leaves
riding on winter’s final breath
swirl delicate snowflakes
each more beautiful than the last

the howl becomes a hum
then a murmur and then a whisper
while a tiny field of purple crocuses
open yet another morning

tara caribou | ©️2023

25 Comments on “One Last Howl

  1. simply exquisite – change is so confronting and often compelling and impossible to resist – the change of seasons is an interesting way to look at other changes thrust upon us that we have little or no control over, not always bad, not always good, sometimes what we need and don’t know it, and sometimes just a ride we didn’t expect. my mind wandered all over while still following the literal sense of what you wrote.

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    • Interestingly, it wasn’t the change of seasons which prompted the poem, though that’s what it became. Like you, I am thinking about changes, not good or bad, just… changes. You always get me.

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  2. Wonderful descriptions of Winter’s fierceness melting into Spring – loved that uplifting ending of the budding blooms! 🙂

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